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“My Bonnie lies over the ocean… My Boooonnnnieee lies over the seeeeeaaa… My Bonnie lies over the ocean… Oh, bring back my Bonnie to meeeeeeeeee!” The tone-deaf sailor sung in what appeared to be a merry tone, having drunk himself into a stupor hours before. His words were slurred, and that awful key on which…

She stared at her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t know how she’d gotten an invite to the party tonight – it would certainly be the talk of the school. Maybe it was pure luck, but there was one thing she did know: she didn’t want to ruin the opportunity. If she caked her make-up…

The other day, I mentioned finding some of my older work. Here’s one of those pieces, a five minute piece, which I could probably expand on in the future: “Dance for me,” he said, his lips drawn into a thin smirk. I stared blankly at him, somewhat irked by his words. “You know I can’t…

I’m meticulous as I apply my mask; concealer here to hide a blemish or there to hide the darkening of flesh. A huge glob of it here to cover that nasty spot. Mmm, beauty at its finest. Now some foundation to even it all out. Perfect. A pinch of blush and a swipe of lipstick…

She watched him carefully from time to time, minding her own work as well as his. The acrid stench permeating the area served as proof enough that her colleague was doing his job. Perhaps she needn’t pay near as much attention as she did, but she couldn’t resist. The musical note created by the screams…

The thrill… there is no describing it. That feeling that courses through my veins. It fills me with an innate energy; my fingertips, they burn in anticipation. I quiver with yearning, my tongue clicking against the roof of my mouth. Sometimes, it even flicks across my lips, coating the lackluster tiers with saliva. I inhale…

Here we go: an entry for P, which leaves me with Q, R, and S to go. Eliza hurried as she prepared her daughter’s birthday dessert, both frustration and excitement running rampant in her mind. Her husband rarely let her visit with her daughter, especially on the child’s birthday, simply for the fear that the…

I’m getting there! This is actually a piece I’ve had in my mind for at least three or four years now, which I’ve only just now penned. Errm, typed? Anyways, remember! It is a draft! Enjoy! He stood at the edge of the cliff, his dark eyes fixed on the mangled skeleton that rested eternally…

Here’s another one. Now all I need is N and I’ll be all caught up. As always, this is nothing more than a draft. Fatigue wore away at me as I walked across the seemingly endless expanse of land. I was hungry and boy, what I wouldn’t give for a drink. In the not-so-near distance,…